Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Finland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Malaria! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
Hoover,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.